People ask, “Why the sad face?” You had to ask?! I’m not enjoying my life all that much because others forget to ask themselves how they might feel in our position and act according to the laws of decency.
I’ve been on the receiving end of an endless stream of criticisms by people who reverse engineer radio signals from our home. All they need is your phone number and address and people with the technology can eavesdrop through remote access technology. You do not need to have a crumb of emotional intelligence or sensitivity to know how to operate radio equipment. The building manager in this sub-par rental accommodation who was once a carny and Elvis impersonator has no problem with it but he can’t fix a tap properly.
Because they need you to be in a room with a radio or computer or cell phone, those behind this treatment have an interest in sustaining these restrictive quarters because if there were more space in our home there would be rooms without radio access. We’re crammed in tight with our technology for their convenience! I’ve had tech savvy people tell me this is quite true and in no way paranoid on my part given the interest shown to my work by Hollywood directors in the past on high profile message boards.
With the public leeching us in this manner, we don’t get the public support we need to approach lawyers for business deals and the Canadian voting public more or less has given those responsible free access to our intellectual property in exchange for letting the Canadian Government use us as unpaid laboratory specimens. There are frequent bouts without grocery money so they can study the effects of fasting on live human families; there have been a series of robberies and illegal detentions under false pretexts. We live in absolute terror!
I’m getting some flack about our bed time lately from those who mind our business instead of their own. Those who do not homeschool have taken it upon yourselves to compare your crack-of-dawn lifestyle with ours because you know my son Daemon (15) has been staying up past midnight then sleeping in past noon for the last few months.
I think the most remarkable thing we forgot to observe while we were making this our business and writing front page articles about the science behind adolescence and sleep, is the fact that last summer, my son was kidnapped, tortured, poisoned then returned home by this government. When they let him return he was in the early stages of throat cancer. That right there ought to silence even the most ardent disciplinarian, never mind the fact that last summer, he had no leisure time because he spent the entire season in a state of shock and terror.
Some said they thought it was like summer camp for him. Those are the same people who threaten to kill us because they make stock market gains from giving people cancer with unregulated, toxic consumer goods. Sad reality is people are bribing newspapers to censor complaints and differing opinions. People only pretend to care about those who get news coverage and according to reporters we don’t qualify because that would embarrass too many people involved in this scenario. If our fellow countrymen gave a damn they would support us in a tangible way that made a difference to our circumstances.
I am forced to work endless hours into the night on practically a daily basis for over a decade now in order to counter the venom originating online from those who fail to observe US antitrust law. I’m lucky if I get 4 or 5 hours a night. As my regular readers know, circumstances dictate that I share a room with my son and daughter so we can pay our rent due to the measly income we have.
This, as I have shown the public, is due to the fact that there is an agenda to deny my family services such as compensation for the work I do online, and the fact that my family is on display 24/7 for the purpose of public education. I pull in tens of thousands of hits a day. Others make satisfactory income from advertizing dollars through Google but someone is forcing programmers to tamper with my stats and people online pretend not to follow me when they hang on my every word and that of my whole family by means that I never approved. No consent was given and my publishing of address and phone number was simply a desperate measure to quell wicked, false rumors spread by the wife of Microsoft founder Bill Gates. At least if the public can hear for themselves that I am a gentle, clean, responsible mother, the danger of her defamation abates sufficiently that we do not fear for our lives!
One might think given the degree of stress we’re under we might be compensated at least enough to have our own bedrooms but no that’s not the case. We live in cramped quarters; we are prevented from sleeping comfortably and anyone who’s ever slept on a bad mattress understands the agony we suffer which results in protracted insomnia or else a very low quality of rest each night. Combine this with my work online in the same room, also due to limited space in our residence, and you get a recipe for exhaustion.
Pardon me if it sounds haughty but my guess is the majority of North Americans live in vastly different circumstances because nobody gives a damn what they say in the privacy of their homes and there’s no corporate espionage transpiring. Therefore those who do not suffer the same indignities cannot judge our sleep habits legitimately and in doing so they only admit they have no respect for privacy laws but also lack the simplest judgment skills and compassion. In essence it’s a wonder my son can sleep at all given the direct impact of the abhorrent behavior of these same people who are making an issue of his bed time!
Then there’s the fact that prior to this government kidnapping my son on several occasions to try and silence my Internet posts, we had no problems with insomnia and we had respectable bed times. In the last foster home stay they never checked to see if his teeth were brushed and his lights went out. He suffered acute separation anxiety from having all contact with his family cut off for 7 months by his captors. That’s why when the woman who ran the house he lived in lent him a laptop, he stayed up all night in his street clothes on the top of his blankets playing video games. I cannot imagine how much stress my son would have to have flooding through his system to cause that sort of behavior.
When you are the cause of a problem you do not then get to stand judgment against those who suffer at your rough hand. If anything he deserves commendations for the strides he’s made in his trauma recovery since his return as many of the bad habits he picked up were far worse than late night computer use and I like to choose my battles. (Would it kill them to say, “Great job, Christina, hope you feel better Daemon”?!)
If I could earn revenue through my blog traffic that would be excellent but I made the mistake of telling Bill Gates I did not want blood money and it so happens those in charge of Silicon Valley like to do things a certain way and as a result for decades they’ve hired programmers who are complicit with a certain agenda on an exclusive basis. Because I do not surf porn or play sex games online and evidently because I feel it’s a sin for organized crime within our government to murder underprivileged children, I am excluded from a government gravy train.
This infamous Thomas The Engine that gobbles up billions in tax revenue like a steam roller, cannot find a happy medium between the mother and whore dichotomy because Melinda Gates is a homely, oversexed simpleton and she’s the model they use for their business strategies. She’s the standard by which we judge the responsible parent and there is sufficient evidence to suggest that if you disagree with her you risk your life through a variety of means including tampering with your grocery items, pharmaceuticals or street drugs as the case may be. (We have survived numerous food poisonings at the hands of unscrupulous foreign food workers who lack the language skills to understand my writing, whom she manipulates with lies of our ignorance and racism.)
The problem really is that the woman is dense and lazy. She has no hobbies outside of meddling in the affairs of others and getting laid if what I hear is true; she hires someone to do everything for her and is loose in her sexual politics. I am told I “lack maturity” if I fail to engage in schoolyard sex games with the political class because I believe in privacy and I’d rather crochet dog diapers than see Jean Chrétien naked. In elementary school that’s forgivable but results in demerits; on such a massive scale you get a deterioration in the fundamentals of civilization.
The way everyone ignores me and stares in awe at my verbalization of these utterly shameful disclosures only serves to reinforce the negative impression our political class is making on the very public they are paid to serve and protect. It’s this stogy, holier-than-thou pretense that allows them to fleece us but we’re onto you idiots. Clearly, Melinda Gates is an overly permissive role model for women and opts to expend energies which ought to be redirected elsewhere into pursuits of an indelicate nature. (I’m not the one the men secretly refer to as, “Linda Lovelace”.) The plagiarism is getting ridiculous; the empty threats tiresome and the fake “super square billionaire’s wife” exterior is flaking off like last week’s pedicure.
So when you tuck your own kids to bed this week, try to remember that under ordinary circumstances my family goes to bed at normal hours. We’re overtired; we’ve got aches and pains from these sleeping arrangements. Remember how badly we miss our mattresses and our own rooms with our own work space; remember we have health problems that make this all the more painful for us. We feel like we’re living in a prisoner camp and nothing short of the complete cessation of the campaign to blacklist us will resolve the matter or quell our suffering.
Suggestions we sell ourselves on the bawdy market are preposterous; we’re simply not cut out for that and we have a right to choose our own path in life provided the skill is there. I’ve proven myself a capable parent, teacher, graphic artist and influential writer. I’ve proven myself to be chaste, so it’s a far cry. I’m not saying women who have different lifestyles deserve to be unemployed but if you’re going to pressure someone at least it ought to be a plausible outcome. I’m sorry if Melinda Gates lied to people about my character but I should not be punished because she compromised you into exposing yourselves as philanderers. I am not the one who has set the moral standard for the last 20 years. As a woman who has been prevented her whole life by the powers that be from earning an income independent of an emotionally abusive ex-husband and family, I have every right to call out Melinda Gates and her fellow members of organized crime— these so-called, “feminists”, on their bigoted, fraudulent employment policies.
This comment was cut from the Hamilton Spectator— where they refuse to cover the crimes my family was subjected to due to all these dirty dealings. It was first published under an October article about teacher’s rights.
Clearly, Prime Minister Harper would intervene by calling the RCMP if he were not in this up to his cotton balls. In fact, the RCMP terrorist investigation unit are the ones who informed me he was accepting bribes to hush this up. All I can say is he his kids had better look over their shoulders for the next few years… why should we be the ones having all the fun?!
One thing I can tell you is I know my son. When you’ve watched someone grow from an infant to a pre-teen, you get to know their little quirks and things about their bodies, their diets, all that stuff if you pay attention, and I pride myself on being an attentive Mom. I know my daughter gets diarrhea when she eats apricots. Fresh, dried, jam— makes no difference. It doesn’t need to make sense that’s just how God made her. I know my son gets skin rashes when he eats bread. Apricot, diarrhea, bread, skin rash. We’re all human— we’ve all had these things at some point in our lives. Not mentioning that does not make us more than human. Anyone who’s ever been elbow deep in baby diapers knows that.
When you’re a homeschool parent, you can multiply your knowledge of your child’s individual needs several times over because your knowledge of your kids is enhanced from all the one-on-one attention. I know my son, Daemon well, I know that when my son gets a skin rash, it’s from something he ate or else from something unholy he breathed in, or even from something he’s not eating that he needs to eat because the people feeding him could not be bothered to follow my instructions to make sure he’s healthy.
I don’t need an allergy test to confirm what I’ve seen with my own eyes dozens of times. All I need is faith in my own faculties and the agreement of those closest to me. When a mother has seen the reaction take place like clockwork many times over, we can no longer dispute the correlation. The kids are ordinarily bright enough to know not to eat stuff that makes them sick. End of story. The question is, “What do you do when a group of strangers takes your kid away and disregards all of your wishes as a parent to sustain the health and happiness of your kid— demanding you follow some preordained government protocol that ordinarily only applies on a much larger scale simply because you’ve been robbed of your privacy?”
Raising kids properly is a job in progress. They don’t leap from the womb morally and physically superb. We cultivate those things in our children day by day— it’s the big secret we all think we can steal from Christina. Dedication and attention to detail are not innate— they are the result of unflinching, never-ending commitment to excellence that never falters. Only love can fuel that sort of effort. Only family can love one another enough to get there. It makes no difference to me if my children and I are flawed if our love for one another is perfect. We can learn to love one another’s imperfections the same way we love our strength, if only because they are what makes us unique.
These people are hurting my son because not only do they not love him, they loathe him for being related to a woman who is not from their greater perception of family— the inner circle of left-wing “democratic communism” they built from the pitiful, shattered dreams of post WWII mother-loathing “feminism”. Not only do we hate mothers, we hate people who don’t hate them. Never-mind the fact that our own mothers gave us reason to hate them and theirs did not— it’s not a rational mindset. Passion and reason cannot co-exist in that sort of a democracy; there’s no room for knowledge there— we’re unwittingly guided by fervent prejudice and childhood trauma. And while I do feel compassion for these people, the horror I feel far outweighs any sense of sympathy for them.
How could they not see the pain they’ve caused us in the name of “freedom” and “democracy”?
Just so you understand why I’ve been dragged through this hell, I’m a homeschool parent. I chose to forego my career when my daughter was born and I teach my own kids because I felt that giftedness was not addressed well in the school system and I could not afford private tutors. Sure, I failed to plan my family; to establish my career before my firstborn— and yet I need to ask you all since when this was a crime worthy of the death sentence? I choose to see the miracle of birth not as a curse, but a blessing! Why, in such an affluent, modernized society, must we be penalized for the miracle of birth and family?
Every so often, some nosy neighbor whose children are flunking out in school decides to take out her frustrations on my family and report us to the Children’s Aid Society for the heck of it. We’re a little bit too well-dressed, or a little bit too happy. We’re overly polite, we read a bit too much for their liking. It’s something homeschool parents have to put up with because legislators in this country are biased against private education. In the past, they call us up, they interview me, then close the file. It’s painfully obvious I’m doing a great job. The kids are happy, they are well educated and capable— most people are impressed if anything by this, especially given our modest circumstances.
Hamilton Ontario, the town where all this occurred, is the one where all the mental patients, misfits, brain-injured and undesirables of Ontario, Canada are shipped off to die. over 75% of everything horrible I’ve ever experienced in my life from complete strangers has happened in this town. I ended up here because the rent is cheap, and unlike my home province of Quebec, Ontario is run by entrenched interests whose economic foundation is not in Canada. You cannot shake a stick in Ontario without hitting a Crown-affiliated secret fraternity. And no— you do not get into government in this town unless you so lean far left your brains are literally pouring out of your left ear.
And thus, the Hamilton courts justified stealing my son away from his loving family by saying my son had “academic deficiencies” because I home school him. It made no difference what was true, and what was false. The psychological evaluation CAS insisted on our son performing that Justice Pazaratz, our resident “Gypsy” Judge, referenced in his ruling, was handed to him seconds before the commencement of the hearing but he made no issue of that. (Hamilton CAS affiliates could show up in court with children’s entrails dripping from their cuffs and he would never bat an eye.) He did not have time to note that my son’s math tests for the evaluating psychologist (without a PHD) were in the B range on a bad day, and that it was heavily suggested in the report our son, Daemon had significant apprehension trauma— caused by CAS’s failure to observe their own mandate, his consent rules, the human rights code or any of that nuisance we call law— that adversely affected the results of his personality test.
We don’t ever factor in the mistakes we make— all 627,000 members of CUPE, Canada’s largest professional organized labor force, can do no wrong, and they decided together, presumably through their combined, anonymous access to Internet message boards, that my family was to endure this complete disregard for the laws of this province; for our human rights— to satisfy some popular disdain for the conservative family politics I promote in what ought to be the privacy of our own home if the Canadian Radio and Telecommunications Commission were not mixed up in all manner of God only knows what!
As a result, my son was forced to attend public high school by Hamilton CAS this September. He has an A average so far in high school and his math teacher said he was advanced when he was tested; that I must have done very good job teaching him. Instead of admitting they made an error and returning him, they now insist my daughter and I move out into a woman’s shelter so Daemon he can live with his father.
As to the rash on my son’s nose that developed while these “public servants” exemplify their own unique brand of “childcare” onto our lives, it’s a prime example of how “democratic communism” works. “Why should they have the privilege of living in a lower economic bracket while we force them to pay taxes for our public schools?” After 5 years of living like a refugee in my birth country, my answer leans increasingly towards, “STFU or I’ll nuke CUPE headquarters”.
I don’t care if the social worker says the doctor she brought him to didn’t notice the rash— she did not point it out to the doctor and he is afraid to complain because whenever any of us complain about anything wrong the Children’s Aid Society does to hurt us, there are the mental health allegations. (According to them, all people with conservative family values are insane.) Nor did she ask for a second opinion from another doctor when I complained the rash went ignored by them and therefore was never treated. Normally, when there’s a problem, and it’s visible, and one doctor ignores it, you go to another for a second opinion, then a third if that’s still not getting you results. I’m sorry but that’s common knowledge. For a social worker to simply shrug her shoulders and dismiss the matter while my son is still sick— is what we call NEGLIGENCE. Here is the email his “family worker” (not registered with the college of Social Workers of Ontario) sent me when I tried to get help with the problem:
Hello Christina and Aaron,
I am replying to your recent email to let you know that Daemon was seen this week by a physician and there were no visible rashes nor did Daemon raise any health concerns.
You mentioned that he had a chest infection from the toxins he was exposed to at White Oaks. I am unaware of any chest infections and I do not believe that he was treated for such.
The Society is unable to reimburse you for your purchases. The foster home was provided with the vitamins as well as a copy of the instructions you provided.
The Society would like to move forward with the plan for Daemon to reside with Aaron once you have moved out of the apartment.
Just a side note, Meeta has not been receiving your emails as you have the spelling incorrect.
She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. There is no “E” in Bains.
Look at this picture (above) I snapped with my cel phone during our most recent visit and you can see it’s not my imagination that something is terribly wrong with Daemon’s health. You don’t get rashes like this out of the blue unless something else inside is sick. I’ve seen him with a rash like this before but only a small one in the crease of his nose. Never in his life has it been allowed to get this bad! My son was initially given a kidney ultrasound when CAS broke the law and forced him into custody last May. That doctor diagnosed him with inflamed kidneys because they were literally protruding from his sides when he was examined. This is because days prior to the arrest, the whole family was food poisoned.
What I heard through the grapevine was that the meat supplier for the health food store we shop at was bribed to poison their entire beef supply with full knowledge we ate it on a regular basis. That would be due to the fact that people in this country have little respect for anti-competition laws! It should be noted that I treated the problem and when he was re-examined at a later date, my son’s kidneys were no longer swollen. The problem was never treated by a medical doctor. I imagine these people would have allowed it to progress to full blown kidney disease if I had not intervened. Someone needs to explain how that’s competent care!
I do not expect the social workers to have my knowledge about childhood illness prevention but I’m treated like an hysteric for preventing illness and meanwhile people who let it happen right under their noses are never held responsible! And it’s nobody’s fault if they are not told that a healthy diet can limit your chances of illness but I think that’s common knowledge. Rarely do I see families neglect to bring their kids to the doctor when their kids are sick or have rashes and that sort of thing so why is it OK when government employees are negligent!?
Here we have a chart of care payment for CAS employees that is clear evidence foster parents pull in more money for sick children, which is what we could easily term an economic incentive to neglect children for profit. (This is not an Ontario document to the best of my knowledge, but it appears the rates are similar all over the continent and I cannot find one for our region on the Internet). On what planet did that become acceptable, much less civilized behavior?!
Given this diagnostic history, the fact that I have repeatedly informed these people my family suffers from Multiple Chemical Sensitivity— one might think these people would take the rash a little more seriously!? I understand they’re offended because I retaliated by attempting to access the complaints process we are legally entitled to but look at the mission statements on the CUPE web site.
The president of the local chapter saw to it personally that my son was arrested so she could protect her right to this so-called “democracy” that pits left against right as though only Canadians who are insiders have a right to live and breath in this country— to say nothing of the conflict of interest presented by a monstrosity whose one hand is in our children’s pants while its other hand is selling them pharmaceuticals for deliberately orchestrated behavior and health problems:
The Canadian Union of Public Employees (CUPE) is Canada’s largest union.
With around 627,000 members across Canada, CUPE represents workers in health care, education, municipalities, libraries, universities, social services, public utilities, transportation, emergency services and airlines.
A strong and democratic union, CUPE is committed to improving the quality of life for workers in Canada. Women and men working together to form local unions built CUPE. They did so to have a stronger voice – a collective voice – in their workplace and in society as a whole.
Together they have won the right to negotiate their wages and working conditions; to stop arbitrary action by employers; and to speak out without fear of reprisal.
CUPE members are service-providers, white-collar workers, technicians, labourers, skilled trades people and professionals. More than half of CUPE members are women. About one-third are part-time workers.
CUPE is a modern, dynamic and sophisticated union with more than 70 offices across the country.
Workers, united through CUPE, have the clout and expertise to deal with the growing complexities of our global economy.
The motives were quite simple! They abused Daemon because we had the nerve to behave as though our privacy was being grossly invaded when the long, significant history of previous CAS files closed due to malicious allegations from far-left leaning community members came to light. All the women on my file lean heavily to the left; they are pushing to give full custody to my left-leaning ex-husband regardless of the fact that they themselves said repeatedly in court I am not abusive and there are no child protection concerns. One of the women who’s in a relationship with his current caregiver is an employee of the Hamilton Police Service, who refuse to return our son or investigate these horrors even though they grossly breeched his consent rights when they took him from us, enforcing the whims of CUPE members without any regard whatsoever for the law. My handsome young son might strike them as ripe for the sex-trade, given their political and economic ideals— and it is evident to me that we are, in fact, nothing but lambs to the slaughter to this government as a result of our beliefs. It makes no difference to them if they drive us “lambs” to suicide because all we are is fresh meat to these people.
For the record, here is what the Education Act of Ontario says about compulsory school attendance— it’s anybody’s guess what “satisfactory” education means but my guess is anything above an “F” average falls well within the norm:
Given the fact that the Harper administration calls all the shots here, and he claims to be “Conservative”, I feel a need to question what exactly his definition of the term, “Progressive” might be! A “conservative” prime minister who accepts bribes from Crown-sponsored far-left economic interests to suppress the health and safety of his own people is a TRAITOR, not a leader!
Just so you all know, I wrote Queen Elizabeth years ago about my family’s circumstances and she could not be bothered to acknowledge my letter. Prince Charles did not hesitate to respond indirectly through some press release that suggested I was little more than a nuisance for him to toy with in his spare time. I’m certain that Her Majesty forfeited her role as leader of this country when she let loose this hell spawn of hers to intercept correspondence addressed to her and not her neer-do-well son, Charles. Seems to me the reason he shall never ascend to the throne is that he has already usurped his mother’s role as monarch— in his roundabout, insidious manner, and made some very poor choices because he figured the anonymity afforded him by his little Internet playground would be everlasting. I propose she buy some sprayfroam insulation to block up the mouse holes in Buckingham Palace if she wishes to continue her dubious reign over the moral minority— her own personal flock of shorn sheep for the slaughter.
After all, what’s good for the goose, is good for the gander!
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This post was written by Mercedes Schneider and originally posted on Dr. Rich Swier:
Billionaire Bill Gates funds the media.
This is no surprise to me.
What did surprise me is the discovery that he meets with the media he funds (and others) regularly behind closed doors.
Gates Briefs a Media He Pays For (And Then Some)
In February 2013, journalist Tom Paulson wrote a piece on Gates’ private meetings with the media he funds. Paulson was not invited.
Notice some of the names:
I (Paulson) wasn’t actually allowed behind the scenes at the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation’s recent meeting in Seattle entitled “Strategic Media Partnerships.”
The Gates Foundation funds a lot of media – more than $25 million in media grants for 2012 (but still less than 1% of the…
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I have been doing investigative reporting for a number of years now to try and discern what was going on because it’s been evident to me since my early adulthood that I’ve been treated in a less than favorable manner by various government agencies for reasons I could not discern. When I endeavored to sell a project of mine by networking with other professionals in the online community, there were many informants who attempted to describe to me the workings of a conspiracy so utterly asinine and juvenile that I live in disbelief to this day that grown adults are capable of such ridiculous behavior. At first it all seemed complex but the more I learned of its structure the less credible those involved would seem – ultimately, the act of concealment was all that kept this thing alive; that and an inhuman degree of savage cruelty, sexual excess and greed one might attribute to unruly adolescents.
Those of you who have followed this perverse scenario from the start know what happened to our beloved dog Stormy. When we first bought her, the people involved in this fiasco spread rumors to anyone who might listen that we were “elitist”, that we detest mixed breeds and lap dogs, that we were animal abusers, negligent to extremes, that we were filthy and uncouth. Plenty of people own pure bred dogs, even in this area, but when we made such a purchase at a time when we were more than able to afford to do so, we were vilified because you cannot steal from someone openly unless you’re certain everyone hates them and defamation is one sure sure fire way to accomplish this. If the newspapers print whatever you ask them to because you own major shares in all of them you can maintain a duplicitous image for the voting public that is lily-white and the public will never be the wiser.
The last entry I wrote in this blog of our Stormy you can see here in this post. I entered a contest to try and win some free plastic dog baggies from a company that promoted themselves on one of my social networking accounts. Right after I posted this entry she began to fall ill and we were not immediately sure what the problem was.
You can already see the signs of her illness in the picture I took of her wearing my crystal necklace while sitting on the small Persian rug we kept near the front entrance, but as usual we were so terribly overwrought by the stress of death and kidnapping threats imposed on us through Melinda Gates’ social network on a daily basis that we were not as sharp as we would ordinarily be in recognizing the cause of such things. My point is that after a certain point, the stress gets to where you become desensitized and you feel as though your life is spinning out of control. That can have an adverse effect on one’s powers of deduction, especially for people who are already hard on themselves because they wish to perform well for their loved ones’ sakes.
These spin doctors we’re dealing with like to grossly misrepresent whatever their targets do in the worst possible light and I was painted as a terrorist sympathizer for owning this rug and Chinese traitor for the silk scarf I tied on her sweet head in the one I sent in for the contest. The fact that I own artifacts from a variety of cultures that are plainly evident in other pictures I’ve posted online is not a factor when people are dying for a reason to hate you because you’re more square than they are and a little bit too well read. These people are more than glad to spin that into a chance to build their reputation at your expense even when there’s not a shred of truth to anything they say.
Her nose had begun to drip a little that summer when she was hot and she tired more easily than usual. Her tummy was slightly bloated. We thought she was simply depressed and under the weather as we were due to the restrictive quarters we were forced to reside in with my ex-husband when Melinda Gates bribed the local Mafia to blacklist us from the rental market and interfered in the allotment of our social security checks. There was no longer space for our dog to share our beds and we were certain this upset her a great deal as she had always done so since we got her as a young pup.
In mid-2011, our dog Stormy was apprehended along with my son and my daughter when I was removed from my residence under false pretexts due to all manner of fraud and defamation which took place via Melinda Gates’ Internet channels and manifested through my landlord and his Freemasons-affiliated paralegal, who stalked me on the Internet and took orders from this group.
My son and daughter were placed with complete strangers in shelters for abused youth and my pets – not only Stormy but also my birds (pictured here) were forcibly removed from our custody and kept by Hamilton Animal Control while the landlord proceeded to lock us away from all our worldly possession in blatant violation of the law and no police or sheriff seemed able to reason with him due to his paralegal’s Freemasons connections. I was told by my own informants that it was Pam Anderson who advised these men and gave them dirt on local officials however I was called “insane” if I tried to verbalize this by doctors who also affiliate through this fraternity.
It was one of the most traumatic experiences of our lives and I was powerless to stop the people online who incited these acts against us – I was forced to watch in silent horror as they gave orders through message boards within their intelligence networks because I had no dirt on any of them as I am not proficient in radio wave and remote access technology and do not have access to confidential addresses of public officials through corrupt government employees and hackers.
There was no reason for any of us to be forcibly taken from the residence; the Ontario Landlord & Tenancy Act said we had 72 hours to remove our property from the residence in the event of an eviction but even the eviction was illegal because Melinda Gates likes to bribe and blackmail court officials to get her way. During their detention by local government officials our pets were not properly fed or watered and they were exposed to parasites. Our albino cockatiel was returned with a severe eye infection that I managed to clear up with antibiotics we had at home. Unbeknownst to us, our dog was returned with a case of tapeworm that would grow silently in her gut into a lethal infection.
One of the things Melinda Gates does to her targets is to micromanage their access to income revenue and thus our means to pay a veterinarian was compromised when the worm infestation increased in size and became too great a burden on her system. We took her into a local veterinary hospital for x-rays and I could clearly identify a mass in her large intestine that resembled a tapeworm colony. The vet in charge of her file insisted she had got a uterine infection because she was not fixed. As x-rays are not the clearest things in the world and I naively assumed someone with a license to practice veterinary medicine would know more than I did, I allowed this horrible quack to convince me that I did not see what I saw in her x-rays; I refused the hysterectomy he recommended for several thousand dollars and voted to treat her with antibiotics if he was certain it was a uterine infection.
In retrospect, I now know that antibiotics are the worst possible things to feed someone who is sick with parasitic worms. Stormy’s condition rapidly worsened to the point where she could no longer walk and we were forced to go back to the same vet with complaints that he had made her worse by misdiagnosing her. After we gave our poor suffering pet a home worm remedy and then an enema, she passed a large, dead tapeworm colony. I then knew I had been correct in my assessment of her x-rays and the attending veterinarian had been lying through his teeth. I was furious! When I attempted to negotiate payment on the grounds that there had been malpractice, he then pointed the finger of blame at his medical textbook!
Here is the letter I wrote the Ontario College Health Veterinarian Science Center, the Guelph, Ontario-based animal clinic our dog was referred to after this Hamilton clinic caused our dog internal bleeding and did a painful rectal exam that was completely unwarranted as a means to penalize me for demanding they treat her at a reduced rate to compensate us for our suffering.
I apologize for the graphic image in this letter but you can see for yourselves the state she was in! When the attendants who returned our dog to us giggled because her pain was amusing to them, and the woman behind the cash tried to say we had brought her in like this, I nearly dropped dead from shock. To add insult to injury, various clients in the room accused me of overreacting to the abuses! I went online and found a message board inhabited by other owners of this dog breed only to find the same crowd responsible for the blacklisting waited there for me – opportunistically inciting further abuses by the second vet. I was banned from this board with nowhere to turn; local police told me to screw off. I honestly felt I was trapped in a horror movie with no end!
What ensued with this new veterinarian was no improvement overt the first one. Stormy was lorded over by a woman with political motives who clearly followed my Internet presence and saw this as her chance to get bribe money from the Gates Foundation. We got a call saying our dog was dead when she appeared to be recovering nicely after her acidosis was brought down and an IV drip was used to rehydrate her according to my request. When I was first brought in to see my dog, she was lucid, she recognized me and wagged her tail. There was a definite air of improvement about her! Then I was brought in a second time to say goodbye to her after shivering with my son in a waiting room in the middle of the night for several hours and she was hooked up to a respirator with all these tubes pumping fluids into her – she appeared much larger than I remembered; swollen with an excess of fluids and literally shaking with the force of what was pumped into her body! And she was covered in a flannel blanket so I could not properly identify her gender; the veterinarian claimed she was inducing a state of fever with the blankets but now I wonder if this was even my dog!
The funeral home that supposedly housed her corpse refused to let us come in and identify her remains – they wrote in an email that it was a male cadaver. The breeder who sold her to us as a pup had behaved strangely and mentioned she had lost an entire litter of dogs recently to kidney failure. Once more, police in both Guelph and Hamilton passed the buck among themselves and refused to investigate, leaving us bereft and utterly shaken from the grief of witnessing this obscene disregard for our beloved pet who had given us such joy and solace, never-mind the sense of security she offered during our travails with our psychotic Internet stalkers.
Rumors circulated that Stormy was alive and held in a secure location – it was suggested we had wished for this when we commiserated privately among ourselves about the tight quarters we were forced to reside in with her; as thorough anyone would wish for such events to transpire in the lives of their own son and daughter to whom this dog was clearly a great source of affection, solace and comfort. We did wish on occasion that we could hire a trainer for our pet as she had a few bad habits but anyone who could interpret such things as an excuse to traumatize a family pet and the kids she grew up with in this manner belongs in a mental institution, end of story.
Even if she is still alive out there somewhere, the grieving process we were forced to go through under such circumstances was triply horrible and far more profound than what we might have suffered had she simply died of illness. It was the idea that nobody cared enough about her pain and the inhumanity we suffered; not a soul was there to uphold the laws of decency and it was this total disregard by our fellow man that rendered our hearts into pieces. This breed suffers from the most intense separation anxiety so she would not take well to new owners and she would repine for us as we did for her to this day.
We still cannot speak of Stormy without reliving the impact this treatment had on our sense of security and our faith in our fellow man. We cannot come to terms with how we were treated; the idea that this happened in Canada is extremely difficult for us to accept. Pam Anderson has exploited this information to align herself with prostitutes in the area who liaison with the veterinarians who hurt our dog – these women whom one might think would have a clue what it is to be victimized are frequently the least sympathetic to those who do not share their experience in the sex-trade. They hand over our intellectual property freely to these people without a thought as to whether they deserve to profit from it. No concept about ownership; no concept of the fact that people have rights because they were robbed of their own, I guess. They choose to obstruct our rental options while they bleed us dry for what amounts to little in the way of prestige for themselves – perhaps a fleeting sense of influence in respectable society. It doesn’t redeem members of the profession and it certainly does not redeem Pamela Anderson or the men who enable her access to this dirt on the johns in the area.
I understand the injustice of “respectable” men who use these women being above them in social status yet there is no way anyone can justify the opportunistic manner in which we are preyed upon when we have no involvement in the sex trade industry. It’s a sordid story and if there’s one lesson to be learned from it all it’s that innocence is not welcome in Hamilton, Ontario. Canada’s Federal Government ought to have taken measures to rescue our family from these circumstances years ago and yet PM Harper’s secretary chose to give Melinda Gates the benefit of the doubt no matter how much evidence we showed her that we were the righteous party. All I know is it makes my stomach turn when I see these women playing the benevolent healers all over the place while we’re hung out to dry because our hands are not filthy dirty and we don’t believe underprivileged children from communities of orchestrated poverty are nothing but meat for the butcher’s block.
As usual, Aaron went to his mom for money so we could eat when he was not able to earn because Melinda Gates (yes, the billionaire philanthropist’s wife) threatened to murder / fire / torment / stalk his clients. Today we got $50. Normally she gives us $20 but I guess she was in a good mood today. Faera was menstruating so we needed sanitary napkins and acetaminophen. You want to get the long ones that prevent you bleeding all over the bed at night and also the day time ones. That right there costs 5 or 6 dollars. Our toothpaste cost another few dollars. Can’t run out of that stuff.
Aaron went out an spent a few bucks on water and cat food, bought himself something for breakfast – that cost another 5 bucks. Now we’re down to $39, which might seem like a small fortune if it were for one or two people but there are four of us and a few cats to feed.
As usual Faera and I walk our grocery carts all the way downtown to save money. My son Daemon accompanied us for many months but lately the chemical stench at the mall and the air pollution downtown is too much for his system. We pull back carts that weigh heavily with water-laden produce like cabbages peaches and rutabagas; whatever is in season. It’s at least a twenty minute walk there and twenty minutes back – that’s close to an hour spent most days transporting groceries without our SUV.
It takes its toll on our health and cuts significantly into our schedules but we have no choice if we want to maintain our medically necessary diets. We both have spinal deformities which makes it a painful exercise as well. Bikes would have been nice but that never happened this summer. When I had my vehicle I used to do weekly meal planning and that was far more economical in terms of human resources, but a local garage stole and sold it illegally a few months ago so there’s no point going there.
With that $39 we got enough groceries to make a goat stew to last three of us two suppers, some dried legumes for our next couple of lunches and some fresh produce to accompany them. We only get a couple of pieces of meat each in the stew even though we’re all borderline anemic. We also bought the ingredients for Aaron’s meals he requested.
Today we bought some milk for the cats because they’re nursing during a heat wave, plus a bit of meat and beans to make their meals with. Since Faera’s begun to cook their food we’ve been saving about 20% – 30% on their maintenance. We try in earnest to make the most of what little income we have.
We frequently find ourselves at the cash register with a surplus of items we cannot cover – needing to return one or two items so we can cover the bill. Now and then you need something extra – we’re pretty good at eyeballing it but we don’t use a calculator. Today it was a turquoise floral hair clip as we’ve been fighting over the only one in the house for weeks and there was one we liked on the shelf at the dollar store today. We beat ourselves up about it at the cash register but it’ll come in handy I’m sure as the teeth on the old ones have nearly all fallen out.
If we did not go through all this trouble to do our groceries we would be forced to shop up the street where everything is twice as expensive and there is a tiny fraction of the selection – it would impact negatively on our health if we ate takeout food which very well might be less expensive and time consuming. You see the kids and I suffer from MCS and we have peripheral dietary sensitivities that make eating out impossible for us and proper nutrition a matter of life and death.
Because the Gates monster has blacklisted us we have been struggling to get access to the proper resources to help cover our groceries through Ontario Works while we recover from this illness, making us a burden on my ex-husband and an abusive, stingy mother-in-law who would probably be dead if I hadn’t saved her life when Melinda’s Nazi friends threatened numerous times to tamper with her Parkinson’s medication. We have no water left for tomorrow, though, because the legumes soak up lots of it when you cook them.
My daughter Faera asked her father tonight if he could ask his mother to send another $20 so we could afford more water and a couple of loads of laundry but he threw a fit and refused to do so. It’s not a happy situation but it’s what we have to deal with until someone holds the Gates accountable for an insane number of human rights atrocities. Everything that woman says, she means it inversely – she’s not a kind woman and she’s got so much blood on her hands that Hitler pales in comparison. The only reason we’re not dead is because of how hard we’ve worked to sustain our health and sanity during this ridiculous excuse of a “free world’ existence – that and the tens of thousands of witnesses to her criminal insanity who’ve silently washed their hands of her as she endeavors to use our family as live test subjects for her business endeavors without any form of consent or compensation.
All over Twitter, people are talking about the kid who moved out downstairs. As I am not a nosy person I don’t know much about him don’t even recall his name. His personal effects are strewn all over the side of the building and his apartment has been repainted and rented to someone else.
Among his discarded possessions are a series of very large aquariums which I understand used to house reptiles. The cat he owned, named Milo, we took in a couple of summers ago and treated for a severe case of ear mites. We thought he was a stray and he followed us into the building like he needed help so we obliged. We had just lost our beloved pet dog so there were no animals in the house for him to contaminate. We treated him and fattened him up, his health returned and then he began to demand to return outside when his strength returned. We tried to keep him inside but as he was not neutered and had acclimated to the outdoor life this was not possible. One day he leaped off the balcony and escaped. Not long afterwards, we saw him on the balcony of a downstairs neighbor. Turns out that was his original owner.
We introduced ourselves and informed him his cat had been ill and we had no idea whose cat it was or we would have returned it immediately. He had no doubt told everyone in the neighborhood we stole his cat when we had never seen him nor his cat before in our lives. We left Milo with him hoping he would take better care now that he knew the cat had been ill without treatment for what must have been some time if the ear infection was so severe.
For months after, we used to see Milo running freely about the neighborhood, quite far from home as he was not fixed and thus had interests in spreading his seed. Celina, the neighborhood gossip whom I would prefer to ignore if only she would stop maligning us all over the neighborhood, moved in with him shortly after we introduced ourselves. One has the impression she is so hyper-competitive and insecure she has a compulsive need to latch onto any and all the males in the neighborhood we’ve ever spoken with just so they can see what horrible people we are in comparison. I have no idea where she lived before, we always saw her on the downstairs neighbor’s balcony and she lived elsewhere but within weeks of Milo returning there she appeared to be living with the guy.
The last few times we saw Milo, many months ago, his lovely tabby stripes were faded from malnutrition and he was covered in scratches. Then we never saw Milo again. I have no idea if he met his demise on the street, fell prey to disease or whether his owner wised up and kept him indoors. Kind of made us sad as we spent 2 wonderful weeks with the furry guy during his convalescence before he returned to the young master who indulged his wanderlust.
The empty tanks by the side of the building are a testament to negligence; filthy and covered in several years worth of built up dirt and grime from never being properly cleaned. I have no idea what he kept in there suffice to say it’s evident they were no better cared for than Milo was. The mess seemed to worsen after Celina moved in with her cats. (The fact that this woman works in palliative care doesn’t seem to concern anyone in the area?) I never said anything because it was none of my business but since the Internet is buzzing with these people’s story I may as well offer my 2 cents. I did peek in the window once as it’s on the ground floor on my way to the laundry room. This was months after Celina moved in. Dirty laundry and fast food containers were strewn liberally throughout the place and it was evident nobody ever cleaned in there.
During my brief discussions with the young man upon the return of his feline companion it became evident he had no respect for the views of others and already imagined he was some sort of urban Dr.Doolittle. It’s the landlord’s job – with his “inspections” – to correct sanitation problems and make sure potential health hazards are quelled before it’s necessary to wear hazmat suits when you enter a rental. A landlord with honorable intentions would limit his frequent, intrusive “inspections” to those who have obvious difficulty with basic hygiene and leave clean, responsible tenants such as ourselves to report repair issues when the need arises, but people like to abuse power and those without manners and dishonorable intentions will use any excuse to enter our apartment simply because they can even though any reasonable person could distinguish between the clean people and the dirty ones.
Even if Melinda Gates, chief of the Internet gossip mill and kiddy porn queen says our apartment is filthy, it should be evident to anyone who has visited that we are reasonably clean under normal circumstances. The only problems I’ve had in here with hygiene were caused by pests the downstairs neighbor let in by keeping his balcony door open for his cats. My own cats put a quick stop to that problem. The occasional dust bunny is hardly a reason to crucify someone who works the insane hours I work with my health problems when the primordial ooze is living downstairs. The interior of our place smells far better than the front lobby even with several cat litter boxes to maintain. I just want people to see what sort of person sticks up for Melinda Gates.
Anyhow I have no idea why Milo’s daddy left all his things behind. Maybe he was evicted or maybe it’s easier to buy new tanks and new reptiles than it was to maintain the ones he had. I won’t assume all the pets are dead but that would not surprise me given the evidence. Those are perfectly good aquariums and a little bit of TLC could make them usable and it’s a terrible waste to see them thrown out because everyone is too disgusted to touch them. I say he had his heart in the right place, he wanted to be something that for whatever reason, he was unable to be. He was not prepared for the responsibility he took on; he surrounded himself with poor influences and this compounded the problem.
I also pity his pets because that’s no way to live and there’s enough suffering in the world already without our education system turning out kids who have so little grasp of personal hygiene and fundamental respect for the machinations of life that they live this disparate existence where reality does not compare with the fantasy of who we wish to be. Hopefully he’ll resolve his issues and hopefully Celina will learn some humility as no doubt her defamatory acts were partly to blame for much of our hardship since our arrival to the neighborhood. I tried to be nice to her but she likes to judge and she knows everything. It’s a working class neighborhood and lots of the guys, even the married ones, want to have sex with her – presumably because she strikes them as someone who might put out, so they’ll never correct the behavior. People need to look where the hate is coming from.